The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain against the windows of the manor, blurring the world into a watercolor smear of mud and dying oak. Inside the Great Hall, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to permeate the very plaster of the walls. Silas stood before the mirror, his hands trembling not from cold,...

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